I don’t know how you do it
People say that to me a lot. Especially when I’m flying up to school having driven back (legally, at exactly the speed limit, obviously) from work and fallen into the school playground with approximately 2.5 seconds to spare before pick up time. Or when I say that I’m off to the hospital, or am taking a child to Great Ormond Street, or am part of a team taking 130 Brownies and Guides to Cadbury World. Or when I mention that a week with no medical appointments is really unusual, or that I’ve been up clearing up nosebleeds at 2am, or that I might knock up 6 dozen cakes for the school bake sale just because.
The thing is, despite what you say (or think) I am not amazing or unusual or a miracle worker. I do ‘it’ (not that sort of ‘it’ ‘Saurus before you start) because generally ‘it’ needs to happen for a reason. So I thought (and may have been egged on) I’d post about how I do do ‘it’ – whatever ‘it’ may be.
I do ‘it’ with 2 phones, an android tablet, a laptop and one of those terribly old fashioned diary things – you know, the paper ones that you write stuff down in.
I do ‘it’ with too many notebooks
I ‘do’ it frequently forgetting that we’ve run out of milk, or bread, or cereal, or fishfingers…
I do ‘it’ with the cupboard under the stairs containing lever arch files of all the hospital letters so that I have them when the NHS have lost their copy
I do ‘it’ with too many Mini-Eggs
I ‘do’ Brownies because I love seeing the girls grow and flourish and enjoy themselves and because I have a massive problem saying ‘no’
I do ‘it’ because I have to pay the bills and working keeps my brain in some form of functional state
I do ‘it’ because the blood stains don’t come out on their own
I do ‘it’ with the most fantastic friend who cleans for me on a Friday
I do the baking thing because I like the alchemy of mixing ingredients into something delicious
I do ‘it’ with some wise friends and in the knowledge that know far more about an awful lot of stuff than I ever will
I try to avoid doing ‘it’ with Google when it comes to medical conditions
I do ‘it’ with a Nikon D3200 camera, a Panasonic Lumix FZ48 Bridge camera and a whole load of goodies that jumped into my Amazon basket without me noticing
I do ‘it’ because the world is a big place
I do ‘it’ in smart clothes when meeting NHS consultants for the first time
I do it in a Ford C-Max
I do it with drugs
I do ‘it’ with the help of a cuddly dog called Pies and a cuddly giraffe called Tesco
I volunteer with the school choir because music making with children makes me so very happy
I do ‘it’ by not staying up late and very rarely drinking
I do ‘it’ frequently with the concentration span of an overtired anaemic goldfish
I ‘do’ it because mother nature is a far greater force than anything I do
I do ‘it’ fuelled by the occasional golden syrup or condensed milk sandwich
I ‘do’ it being part of a rather amazing network of parents of children with additional needs
I do ‘it’ because the NHS is amazing (and frustrating and slow and everything else)
I do it with more imaginary friends than you would ever believe existed
I do ‘it’ having no frigging idea how the rest of you do ‘it’.
I do ‘it’ because I don’t have a choice. Because I love my family and my children and somehow I have to look after myself along the way.
‘It’ is not amazing or clever or unusual or different. It’s just our sort of ‘it’.
My egg-er on-er that I mentioned earlier happens to be Alice from “My Life, My Son, My Way” – it was our late night chat that spurred us both into writing today – here’s her post I Couldn’t Cope In Your Shoes with some of my pictures in it